User blog comment:Lathagarr Stormgale of Tronn/By Sword and Quill - RPG/@comment-3094815-20180131234912/@comment-2246928-20180201051523

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The young hare nodded and threw a salute. "Of course, sah! I'll be able to- t- ''hghghhh..." ''A spear had materialized, growing straight through the leveret's chest and out of his back. He stood there, his paw still frozen in a salute on his brow, a confused look on his face as blood began to pour from his mouth and over his lips, first in droplets, and then a stream, joining the already growing red at the uniform's center to further stain the simple child's costume. A leg twitched, as if to still carry out the squirrel's order and alert his friends and family waiting asleep and unknowing in the camp. But alas, he was fated to never make it that far.

The color draining from his youthful face and the light fading from his happy young eyes, the hare slumped slowly over onto his back, driving the spear back through his stomach until only the point remained, the spear still standing straight out from his chest like a tree through graveyard dirt, and with one last shuddering gasp of "T... to..." he died, his eyes still staring up in confusion and horror at the squirrel. His stick slid from his open paw, as did a painting of he and his smiling family that slid out of his sash and onto the ground, a single blood spot upon the smiling younger face of Reace Rilance, clasped in his mother's arms.